Autopilot

Apparently, I’ve reached the point in the Twisted Intent manuscript where active brain cells are no longer a strict requirement to writing it.

Despite having no sleep the night before, I was able to push out my word count goal yesterday with little problem.

Whether this development is good or just a wee-bit creepy, I’ll leave to wiser minds.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

Payback

In an admittedly selfish move, I played hooky from my work yesterday afternoon and dragged the four-legged, furry muse out for an adventure. We had an incredibly fun “jaunt-by-car” out into the north Florida countryside. It was marvelous.

So, in return, last night my muse dragged me out of bed and into the dark Florida night 5 times for a little intestinal-upset adventure. It was not marvelous.

Sometimes, payback is literally a bitch.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

Counterprogramming

I struggle not to react to every injustice in the world through my fiction. I often want to confront the beast of political stupidity head on. However, penning a scathing tale of inhumanity doesn’t tend to gel with a 50k word Romance.

So, instead, I offer counterprogramming to the hate. My stories offer a break from the heartlessness. An alternative to the spiteful rhetoric present everywhere you turn.

Is it enough? Of course not.

But it is something.

I comfort my troubled heart with that.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

Fantastic Chaos

I am a bull.

Well, at least I was yesterday.

Barreling my way through all my fragile authorial insecurities, I crashed through this “You can’t” before knocking that “You better not” down on its haughty butt. And once I got all my writing done –yes, ALL-- I stood over the fantastic chaos and snorted like the uncastrated male bovine I had so righteously channeled.

Yes, ladies and gents, this girl had balls yesterday.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

A Touch of Meek

Psyched myself out yesterday like a real pen-wielding chicken.

Kept circling around Twisted Intent, clucking to the muse that “I’ve got this thing!” Problem was I just kept circling.

*sighs… then sneezes on a stupid chicken feather*

Apparently, I don’t wear confidence well. Meekness will be sported today.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

Ducks in a Row

All my ducks are now in a row, as far Twisted Intent goes, and I’m feeling good.

I know exactly what has been done and what needs to be done in time for my February 28 deadline. Now, all that’s left on the table is the doing it.

I wonder if I could hire a stunt double for this part?

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

Debris

Watch your heads, everyone.

I’ve jettisoned Part Three of my newest novel, ejected it rather blindly right out of the Twisted Intent manuscript.

Alas, I have no idea where its remains might land, so heads up, dear readers.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe